December 19, 2013 Subject:
Sunday Sludge: No Gods No Masters
I'm not sure what kind o' back alley I've stumbled into, but things got sketchy quick. There's no light, no sign of exit, and the smell of hot shit wrapped in burnt hair is overwhelming. I'm not even certain what I thought I'd find down here, but I'm confident I can expect to get tossed around and come up bloodied. This isn't an ache. This is straight-up Sunday Sludge pain.
The Netherlands must be a sticky matrix of grit and wet fur. There's no other explanation for this self-titled EP from No Gods No Masters, a stomping southern-sludge act donning a NOLA mask and spitting shrapnel. Four tracks cover nineteen minutes, which is just long enough for your breathing to dip and your heart to stop. A groove this violent is sure to crack your sternum and fuck up your night.
Opening with incredibly dense fuzz on the slow-rolling Ni Die Ni Maitre, the hardening glaze of the EP is immediately evident. The chop is loaded with scorching spite, a Dimebag nod via guitar pullback slipping through the chops. In true backwoods fashion, the mud-slung stomp n' smear is fist-cranked, churning sludge that we haven't enjoyed in some time. Grainy feedback channels a phone booth freak out on Lie to Me, buzzing and scraping atop repeated strikes against bone. The seemingly endless surge leads toward an escalation of mood, swirling into lost footing and tumbling downward in thorny patches. Get up.
Balance is demonstrated on Lost for Words. Parting the knotty cruisers, the track is slower and mistier; ominous tones and cautious tempos forecast clouds with an 80% chance of total collapse. The pace lifts in the vein of Acid Bath's Dope Fiend, never quite leaving the sludge and never quite overdosing on double kicks. The drumwork chugs through any obstruction on this dark track, but the closer (Retired) is a greater storm of swollen riffs. Southern aggression here slams into weathered walls with smash-and-grab abandon. Guitars step away and lead closing sirens, leaving you to pass out as ants fight on your blaring television.
A sock stuffed with a padlock just kissed your jaw, a violent groove soaked in mud and reeking of antipathy. No Gods No Masters deliver blow after blow, but this is the beating you sought. Adhering to a strict sludge recipe of simmering filth and down-tuned animosity, the band presents one hell of an introduction. You thought they'd shake your hand. Turns out they just wanted to bust your nose, douse you with petrol, and light a single match.
Ride With the Devil blog:
Ever wondered what it would be like if the muppets from Fraggle Rock got stoned and became rabid?
Me either until now but if they did this would be the soundtrack to their fuzzy brand of world domination via rabies!
Netherlands based (No Gods No Masters) EP/Demo is blasting through my speakers today.
Fuzz and Sludge and plenty of it!
This 4 track EP is wall to wall aggression and DOOM..
(Lost For Words) has a nice (WeedEater meets Fu Manchu) vibe!
The band seems to take inspiration from the stoner doom scene of the New Orleans variety.
Much like the NOLA based DOWN and Crowbar but more up paced and seemingly more angry!
On the track (Lie To Me) the latter becomes even more apparent as the sludge continues.
The guitar tone through out the record is huge and did I mention FUZZY!!! yeah its that Fuzzy!
Combine that FUZZ with a solid rhythm section & screaming low/high vocals you have one badass DOOM MACHINE!
(Retired) the closing track is the most NOLA track on the EP and by far the most hefty of the tunes on the short collection. Over all this is an impressive sludge/doom effort that stands on it’s own amidst tons of great music in its genre!
Before I go do yourself a favor!
Get Fuzzy,Get High & turn on Fraggle Rock with NO SOUND then replace the sound with NO GODS NO MASTERS and enjoy! For that matter just go listen to NO GODS NO MASTERS!
Stonerhead on Audiodope:
"Only few tracks on this record but this song's have it in yourself...
sly and without regard to losses they shred one heavy riff after the other and create such a fat sound that
matt pike personally gets wet dreams. After almost two weeks trial hearing in the car I already feel like a faithful fan of the band because this first impression (Sludge uit Twente) will rock your socks off!!!
Favourite Tracks: All
Do it, name your pice on bandcamp...now!!!"
Two guys Metal reviews:
Sluuuuuuudge meeeeetaaaaaaal, slow, destructive, here to grind your bones to a pulp, that is what the genre is for, and by god do No Gods No Masters pull it off with aplomb. The slamming power of tracks like Lost for Words is impressive, the might behind the riffs often puts me in awe. The bass heavy sound helps to create something that you feel in your bones. Meanwhile, the growls are simply vicious, they deliver in a way that is filled with hatred, evil, and simple and unadulterated darkness. This is sludge metal at its most violent and beautiful extreme, there is nothing here born of love, but only hatred and darkness and I like it that way. Ready to force your body into twisted and unholy motion the attack of No Gods No Masters is distinctly evil. I really love their whole delivery and the crunch that goes into their sound. This is what sludge is all about, heavy riffs that hit you in the gut. As a long time Sabbath Worshipper what more can a guy ask for? So let your hair down, turn it up and let's go, it's time for No Gods No Masters!
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